Pitch Slapped

Delany was a freshman in high school and orientation was where clubs recruited the 'freshies'. Many clubs asked for her to come join but they all seemed to dorky like the chess club or book club. She didn't want to be a nerd like in middle school. She wanted to stand out, shine. That's when one specific club caught her eye, not just because of the guy recruiting with his brunette curls. Just the idea of it all. Being noticed.


14. Nothing More

I sat there waiting for Harry to bring back the drinks. I heard the door ring as it always did when someone came in and I looked up to see Cher. I quickly got up and walked over and grabbed my drink from Harry.

"Delany, what's wrong." Harry asked.

"Shh!" I whispered and pulled him to the couch sitting in the corner. It was the farthest place from Cher. I would of just grabbed Harry and left but the line went all the way to the door and Cher just so happened to be in line.

"Delany, what the hell?" Harry sat down.

"I'm sorry. Cher came in and I didn't want her to see us together. I'm afraid she will think we are on a date or something." I explained. 

"What? You're afraid of her?" Harry laughed.

"No. I'm just afraid she will think we're on a date." I said.

"Come on. Let's go." Harry stood and put out his hand to help me up.

"What?" I said.

"We are going to walk out and if she can't handle us as friends then that's her problem." He explained.

"Alright." I said and he helped me up.

We walked toward the door and Cher glanced over and smiled. She smiled? Smiled. Why would she smile?

"Did you see her." Harry laughed.

"Yeah she smiled." I said.

"That was priceless." He took a sip of his drink.

"Maybe she's trying to be a better person." I said.

"Maybe." Harry said as we walked to girls lobby.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." I said as I faced Harry.

"Yeah, I guess you will." Harry looked at the ground the he looked up at me. God, those eyes. Delany! Snap. Out. Of. It.

"Well, I have got to go write a song." I told him.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot we had to write a song." Harry said. 

"Harry you're such a dork." I laughed.

"I know." He said as his face came closer to mine.

My face was inches from his and I knew what he wanted, but he wasn't gonna get it. "Goodnight Styles." I whispered and kissed him on the cheek. I opened the door to the lobby all of the girls eyes were on me.

"Uh, is there something I'm missing?" I asked.

"Is he a good kisser?" A girl asked.

"Are you guys dating?" Another asked.

"Does his eyes gleam in the light?" Another asked.

"Is he your boyfriend?" All the girls came closer to me trying to hear what I had to say.

"Harry and I are just friends," I explained to them, "We are nothing more."

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